Kyoto, Sakyo-ku, next to the street.

The sky was blackened by dark clouds, with the occasional ray of moonlight seeping through.

The rain curtain hung down like a thin silk and a cool breeze past the white-lit street lamps, and only a few flying insects still lingered in the lampshades.

Yuan Laiguang stood under the bus stop sign with a transparent umbrella, looking at the broken shadow of the city in the puddle at his feet, and the rain condensed into beads slid down the plastic umbrella cloth.

"Didi!"

A loud whistle came from not far away.

The dull yellow headlights also fell down the drizzle on the bus stop signs.

Yuan Laiguang took the umbrella and looked at it, and made sure that it was the bus he was going to take, so he put the umbrella away and walked on the bus.

Swipe your card, find your seat, and sit down.

I chose a window position.

When the bus started again, he skillfully put on his headphones.

Then he leaned back in his chair and turned his head to look out of the rain-stained glass.

He's certainly not in a boring daze.

Instead, I was thinking about what had just happened.

Of course, Yoshikawa Hiromi is very familiar with him, but this familiarity only exists in memories, and it has been a week since he entered this body, and his initial shock and fear have gradually eased, and he has begun to slowly sort out the interpersonal relationships of this body.

Humans have been social animals since ancient times, and it is impossible to be alone.

In the words of behavior management scientist Mayo, people are social beings, not economic beings, and they cannot be called human beings if they want to survive without social and interpersonal relationships.

It's just that I didn't expect this body to have a relationship with people like Yoshikawa Hiromi.

"It turns out that I am still an affectionate person."

Yuan Laiguang gave this body a very unwilled evaluation.

Combed through the body's memory of Yoshikawa Hiromi, saying that it was affectionate, it seemed that the pattern was a little small, to be precise, it should be a few circles of light in the back of his head - the heart of the Holy Mother of Mercy was humble to the extreme.

It's like a toy that can be thrown away at any time.

Just like this time, the two had not been in touch for several months before, but he remembered that when he had not yet entered the body, the original body still insisted on the habit of writing each other's diary every day.

It's no wonder that Hiromi Yoshikawa saw her own arrogant posture that went with the flow.

Just back to the question itself.

Modern medical care is well developed, and Kyoto is not a small country area, so the cost of having a baby is not sky-high.

What's more, the body's ability to recover is beyond the perception of ordinary people.

The kind of physique that says that it is difficult to get pregnant after a fetus is like drawing a card just after clearing the big guarantee and producing two golden rays in a row, not every woman's pregnancy is so bad.

If you really don't want children, or you are afraid of being discovered by your parents, etc.

How could you choose to let an unknown factor stay with you for a long time.

And an out-and-out green tea girl like Hiromi Yoshikawa, Minamoto Yorimitsu doesn't feel much compassion for her unborn life.

In other words—

"I'm just here to pick up the plate myself."

Combined with the basic research method of linking management theory with practice, Yuan Laiguang came to the most objective conclusion, and at the same time sentenced this woman to absolute death in his heart.

He looked out the window at the raindrops and sneered.

Therefore, honest people deserve to be hatted.

Accept your own shameless fate, and by the way, you have to raise other people's children, and even have gratitude in your heart, right?

Just by the look in the woman's last look when she left, it was as if it was his blessing to choose him, and she didn't intend to pay any price in return.

Just squeezed a few crocodile tears on the spot, and they were all the kind that couldn't flow out of the eye frame.

Yuan Laiguang suddenly felt disgusted with this woman in his heart.

Of course, he didn't pay attention to what he had just said.

It will not be as overflowing as the original body.

As for raising the child for yourself?

"When the time comes, it seems like a good way to put the child directly in front of her parents, and then I disappear from the world."

Yuan Laiguang thought about it for a while and felt that this matter was very feasible.

This body is too familiar with Yoshikawa Hiromi, and naturally knows that although the other party's private life is chaotic, the parents at home are traditional to the extreme.

After all, Kyoto is one of the places where Japanese traditions are most severe, and the parents are very sensitive to such things.

As far as he knows, he was in high school.

Just because Yoshikawa Hiromi and the boy were holding hands on the street, they were dragged home and beaten after being found by his father.

She was also asked to kneel in front of her house all night on a rainy day, and she didn't come to school again for a whole week.

The reason why this is not the case now is mainly because the emperor is far away, and he can't find out if he goes to college and is not with his parents in the countryside, and the current college students are basically like this.

The more ruthless it is, the more presumptuous it is.

The bus drove smoothly in the rain, and the driver even hummed a song.

It sounds like Kyoto's local slang, and the mood doesn't seem to be affected by the rainy weather at all.

After all, this is the latest trip, and I will go home from work when I get to the terminal.

Although Sakyo Ward is the second largest ward in Kyoto, it can be said to have the lowest population density and is also known as the most literary district in Kyoto.

In addition, most locals have traditional ideas, and few outsiders come to settle down, so it is not as entertaining as Tokyo.

The title of the city that never sleeps is really not on the head of Kyoto, so the streets are already deserted after ten o'clock.

Of course, there is also the reason why it is rainy tonight.

Minamoto Yorimitsu soon arrived at his destination, got out of the car and put up his umbrella again, and walked on the sakado in Shugakuin Yamabata Town.

At this time, although he was still walking forward, his mind was already immersed in a place that others could not see.

The virtual box also retains the hints that pop up in the café, as well as the rewards that come from the reversal of the so-called friendship drop.

It's not the first time he's found this thing, but he hasn't triggered the condition before.

In addition, it is not as good as the personality who has just entered the body and has come into contact with the new world, and after studying it a few times, I found that there was no reaction and I temporarily left it behind.

But now it seems that it may be of great use.

Yuan Laiguang wandered all the way back to the apartment, gathered away his cheap plastic umbrella, and followed the incandescent light of the long light tube in the hallway to follow his memory.

He quickly settled in front of a familiar doorway from his memory.

I pressed the electronic door lock, entered the code, shook it a few times, and opened the door.

"Lai Guang, you're back."

Just after opening the door, a quiet voice came.

With a warm yellow light reflected in the hallway, a thin figure walked slowly.

The man was still wearing a blue plaid apron that had been washed to white, and he bent down and skillfully took out his household slippers from the entrance and placed them neatly on the soft cushion in front of the door.

Even when squatting, the posture is very demure.

I brushed my somewhat disheveled hair, helped him clean up, stood up, and then straightened his folded apron.

The boy patted the raindrops on his shoulder with a gentle smile on his face, then moved out of the way and motioned for him to come in.

Although the living space is somewhat cramped.

But the atmosphere of home is not high or low.

How many people, even if they are tired from working at their posts during the day, can have this kind of warmth of home after returning home, and there will be happiness in their hearts.

Merely...

Yuan Laiguang put the umbrella away and put it into the umbrella bucket, changed into home shoes and patted him on the shoulder, and said in a slightly embarrassed tone:

"Qingming, you say, how good it would be if you were a woman."

Xiaomu Qingming: "??? ”